I wear you out with frustration and heartache and anger
But we wait for the wave just to wash it away.
YOU ARE READING
be my hero
Teen Fictionbecause everyone gets sad sometimes and because i like to think im a poet and sometimes i want to yell but not be heard does that make sense?
vingt-trois
I wear you out with frustration and heartache and anger
But we wait for the wave just to wash it away.
